Today is Day 3 of my 5 day Nutritive Cleanse. After Nationals, (aka a week of poetry, burrito pizzas and more alcohol than my body has consumed in a year) I needed to detox the ol’ system and renew my commitment to a healthier me.
In case you’re curious, here’s what I’m using to cleanse:
Balance Complete- an organic shake with protein, whole foods, fiber and essential oils
Ningxia Red- (aka Ninja Juice) a super antioxidant juice with wolfberries and EOs
Digest + Cleanse- essential oils and herbs to promote digestion and cleansing
I have the three for meals and in between I eat fresh fruit and some nuts. Well, that’s the theory anyway. The first day I ended up eating a salad at the poetry reading so I could stop running around like a beheaded chicken. Yesterday I was seeing mirages of hamburgers and pimento cheese spread. I mean, seriously? I don’t even like pimento cheese spread. It’s just like meditation, when you get quiet, all kinds of shit comes up.
The most interesting thing is noticing the hunger and not reacting to it, just showing up and allowing the changes to occur without rushing to fix them. It’s also interesting to see how often I have the urge to reach for food because I’m bored or upset. Yesterday I had to process some pretty emotional stuff, a falling out with a friend, and really wanted to get ice cream or something to make me feel better. Funny how it never really makes you feel better it just distracts you from whatever emotion you’re avoiding. I tend to be a hard core Negative Emotion Avoider. I’m fine with the happy emotions; I’ll sip on those like a $5 martini when all you have is $5. But I will go to great lengths to avoid negative emotions which in turn create energetic blocks, much like what is built up in my colon. So this week is about allowing all toxins to move through, be recognized and be sent on their marry way. Really, that’s what this entire year has been about: giving every aspect of my life a certificate of appreciation and then choosing what will stay and what will go.
After this cleanse, red meat is going and alcohol is taking an extended leave of absence. Toxic relationships will also be dismissed.
As for day 3, one thing that has been super helpful is peppermint oil. I dab a bit on my temples and on the back of my neck when I’m tired or bored. It completely invigorates me and they say it’s helpful for digestion and appetite control too. If you are interested in cleansing or have thoughts to share, hit me up. We need all the support we can get in toxic times like these.
Let the young rain of tears come.
Let the hands of grief come.
It’s not all as evil as you think.
- Rolf Jacobsen
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
operation liberation- part 1
It didn’t help that I spent a week frolicking with gobs of poets. It didn’t help that we stood in moonlit alleys handing poems to each other like neighbors delivering baked goods. We held our flaws out like kisses for the world to taste. It certainly didn’t help that I did things that I’ve been afraid to do: I performed in front of poets whose work I deeply admire. I rode on the back of a motorcycle (hands grasping the waist of an admired poet). I shared breathing space with the kind of man you don’t want to stop sharing breathing space with. I lived fully. For a week. (Fearlessness is infectious.)
Then I came back to work, the fluorescent lit land of all things grown up. I came back to my desk. My computer. The chirp chirp of employees pecking at each other for a nibble of aliveness. Then it occurred to me…what am I doing this for? Now as jobs go, I have a great one. I get paid pretty well to sit and write all day. In my spare time I answer the agency’s phone and send out forms and emails. I laugh at the other employees and this unspoken rule that we must complain about our jobs so that it seems like we’re really working. But still, I sit here, while someone else teaches my kids about life, just so I can afford to have a house and money to spend time with them in the evening. During the week, I spend less than 4 waking hours a day with them. If I do shows on the weekend then I have almost no time then either. And suddenly it all seemed so absurd.
So, I created …. a plan. You might have guessed it’s called Operation Liberation. My plan is to start generating cash flow through the internet and things not related to my job and then sell all my stuff, buy an RV and hit the road! Okay, I know it’s crazy.Let’s get that out of the way. In fact, say it with me, 1, 2, 3… YOU’RE FREAKING CRAZY!!!! You want to take two small children on the road? What about school? Can you drive one of those things? What about security? Those are just a few of the things on my “Scary As Hell” list. Here are some things on the “Liberating as Heaven” list: Showing my kids this big beautiful country. Doing what I love to do for money. Listening to the slight change in sounds and movements from city to city. Meeting new and wonderful people all over the place. It is true what she said, that wise woman I don’t know the name of, “Earth is crammed with heaven!” And I’m tired of living in Excuseville. When my kids are older, when I have more money, when I’ve finished school… Life IS school and before I know it, my kids are going to be all wired into the lies of conventionalism and won’t want to go on a trip like this.
Now, I’m doing research. I am looking up bus conversions and RVs and trying to see what it would take to make this happen. There’s a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t do this but now begins the process of finding the reasons why I should. The operation begins.
Then I came back to work, the fluorescent lit land of all things grown up. I came back to my desk. My computer. The chirp chirp of employees pecking at each other for a nibble of aliveness. Then it occurred to me…what am I doing this for? Now as jobs go, I have a great one. I get paid pretty well to sit and write all day. In my spare time I answer the agency’s phone and send out forms and emails. I laugh at the other employees and this unspoken rule that we must complain about our jobs so that it seems like we’re really working. But still, I sit here, while someone else teaches my kids about life, just so I can afford to have a house and money to spend time with them in the evening. During the week, I spend less than 4 waking hours a day with them. If I do shows on the weekend then I have almost no time then either. And suddenly it all seemed so absurd.
So, I created …. a plan. You might have guessed it’s called Operation Liberation. My plan is to start generating cash flow through the internet and things not related to my job and then sell all my stuff, buy an RV and hit the road! Okay, I know it’s crazy.Let’s get that out of the way. In fact, say it with me, 1, 2, 3… YOU’RE FREAKING CRAZY!!!! You want to take two small children on the road? What about school? Can you drive one of those things? What about security? Those are just a few of the things on my “Scary As Hell” list. Here are some things on the “Liberating as Heaven” list: Showing my kids this big beautiful country. Doing what I love to do for money. Listening to the slight change in sounds and movements from city to city. Meeting new and wonderful people all over the place. It is true what she said, that wise woman I don’t know the name of, “Earth is crammed with heaven!” And I’m tired of living in Excuseville. When my kids are older, when I have more money, when I’ve finished school… Life IS school and before I know it, my kids are going to be all wired into the lies of conventionalism and won’t want to go on a trip like this.
Now, I’m doing research. I am looking up bus conversions and RVs and trying to see what it would take to make this happen. There’s a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t do this but now begins the process of finding the reasons why I should. The operation begins.
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